When are humans injured?

Was it when the arrow stuck in the flesh?  Was it when the whip broke the skin?  Or when the sword pierces the body?

Not.

But humans are hurt when loved ones break hearts.

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In the midst of a violent storm, the fifty feet tall monster rampaged its way and attempted to destroy the layered seal that locked it in a cage-shaped blue light.

Its roar echoed across the island and slid across the surrounding snow mountains.  Every time he tried to break through the rows of bars, he would get hurt before finally getting back up.

Its large white eyes stared hatefully at an old man who stood several meters at his feet.  The man's body was enveloped in a light similar to a barrage of iron bars, the man's left eye was closed and seeping blood flowed down  his face

"Controling or controled, the choice is yours."  Slowly the man clasped his hands together, making the white eyes that saw him widen.

The monster quickly displayed a panic which made it try again to get out but in vain.

"Calm down, Seimon!"  said the man with long, snow-white hair for a moment before his hands were clenched into perfect fists.  I don't know what he was doing, suddenly the monster in front of him shrank with his cage.  As it shrank, the monster continued to stare at his hatred until his form turned into a red-haired young man whose body was covered in wounds.  For a few seconds he was enveloped in the blue light of the cage, seen up close forming an abstract pattern that slowly faded and disappeared with the storm.

"My work is done."

Ukhuk!

The white haired man vomited a lot of blood and fainted, the blue light that had been covering him all this time had disappeared.  "I ... ahk!"  Once again he vomited a lot of blood.

After a few seconds of silence, he started to stand up and saw the young man lying unconscious several meters in front of him.  With the remaining strength he started walking and zigzagging towards the young man.

His shadow hit the youth's face as he stood near him.  "Naara ...." He returned to his knees as he took out a red capsule and placed it in the mouth of the young man he called Naara.  "I can only help you get here, after my death you will live as a fugitive. If only you could forget your revenge ambition against your father, this would not happen but forget it. One day you will know that I love you a lot. Naara, you are  ... " He fell on his head.  "My favorit ... student ...."  His eyes were closed and he died smiling.  The wind blew the snow slowly and tightly closed the story that happened today and will come back after the appointed time arrives.